Tayyib Ali

Tayyib Ali - Make It Stack lyrics

rate me

Ok, Philly where you find me at

Vicky and that lingerie

We can keep her seeking girl,

I’m twice as you, a part of that

Lucky if I eat it up, like the beat, I bodied that

Came in as a teenager, I’m finally getting a lot of racks

A shout out to your man ‘cause he keep you so fly

I be fucking you, he loving you

You know when I got stuff to do

I gotta keep my paper on, weed a bit, my paper strong

She came over, we drank it all, know it how we taste it all

Beauty and brains, and I love you baby, you want me baby

Your booty insane, girl don’t stop

New truck Mercedes, I’m riding in that fast lane

She changed when the cash came

So fly, the most high, I’m living by my last…

My phone and you call it, first love and you cook

Say you gunning for that number one, you’re probably cool with two

But I ain’t even gonna trip

Just don’t judge and play your part

You will never get my heart ‘cause I’m young and on my job

We get it popping, girl, as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll take you shopping just as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll keep you smiling just as long as you don’t tell nobody

We hit our island just as long as you don’t tell nobody

So get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack, make it stack

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack high

New York, Miami, too

Clubbing hard as a youngling

Nothing but love for my people

Tell my dogs that I’m coming

I don’t need id, let us in through the back

Straight to the V.I.P. , came in this bitch with racks

And I’mma spend it all, make it rain, hit the floor

I’m on a different grind, dropped a tape, did a tour

Told you the kid will shine, all was gonna take was time

Now I’m posting with palm trees in the greatest shine

Stepping in my joy and fights like it’s gonna die

Money, a homicide, in this city coming by

Enhancing the dead presidents, evident, that’s what the method it

Shorty want me to sex her, but I gotta fly

Cali to New York, I beat the sunset

Niggas looking like ‘damn nigga, you ain’t done yet’

Mamma told me she’ll be waiting for me till I come back

One press under two … five bitch, I run that

We get it popping, girl, as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll take you shopping just as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll keep you smiling just as long as you don’t tell nobody

We hit our island just as long as you don’t tell nobody

So get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack, make it stack

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack high

Yeah, you already know, man

Wherever we at, we get to the money

Bringing it back, making it stack

Keystone 2, everybody party like this

East coast

We get it popping, girl, as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll take you shopping just as long as you don’t tell nobody

I’ll keep you smiling just as long as you don’t tell nobody

We hit our island just as long as you don’t tell nobody

So get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack, make it stack

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Get that money, bring it back

Make it stack high

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